Prologue

—In the hush of time

where shadows lingered long,

Arcadia's tale began,

an unsung, ancient song.

A statue, silent god

in realms untold,

Whispers danced around,

with mysteries to unfold.

A monument of stone,

weathered by the years,

Held secrets deep within,

sparking unseen tears.

Bound by an ancient spell,

a guardian it became,

Witness to the cosmic dance,

its soul aflame.

Legends wove a tapestry,

threads of magic and might,

In the heart of Arcadia,

veiled from mortal sight.

Echoes of forgotten lore

in each silent breath,

As the statue stood untouched,

sentinel in death.

A soul encased in stone,

a watcher through the ages,

In the symphony of chaos,

as history's pages.

As empires rose and fell,

in the dance of destiny,

The statue stood unmoving,

veiled in mystery.

Whispers carried tales

of a future yet unknown,

When the statue would awaken,

in a realm overthrown.

A new era birthed

from echoes, resonating clear,

In the silent prologue,

a tale begins...to reappear.